DANCE NOW (REMIX) (Y2KMAVRICH)
• Written by Maverick_Carter • Featuring Y2KMAVRICH
Recording:View Fullscreen
Lyrics:
Yuh I record my shit on a toaster. Just listen
(y'all can rewrite the lists now)
Usually I don't be doing those hard lyrics, not no more, but today I decided-
Imma hop on the beat and just murder it
Hit the highway and I'm swervin shit
Mergin wit semis (auto) and nines and I'm burdened with
Shit that you couldn't imagine, got passion
Inside of my music, I'm dancing
With demons, inside of my mansion
And head, y'all feinding, I'm feeding
Off y'all, off the wall, cause I skate cross the beat,
I just eat, then we ball, never stall
And they hate that we all bout the walk
They just talk, on the net, and we bulk
For the war, like it's hulk, versus thor
Should be full, I want more, to the core
I'm a spitter, on top of a hitter,
eat your ass for dinner, they bitter
We winning, diminish their stamina
Pin em, and pen a verse, your emersed
In the flow, heard it first, here
And I struck nerve, with a blow
To the jaw, running low on my flaws,
Gunning for all of y'all,
This is a lyrical Holocaust, all is lost
i get to stepping, i'd call it off
Prepping the molotovs, repping the 215
Pep in the step, and man right now it's do or die
What you gon do is die, i got a crew to ride
You got a crew cut, and boot cut, the blue Levi's
Not the same, you and I, pick a side
Choose to die, coup de grace
We gone slide, and chute (shoot)
on these snakes, All we do is ride
They gon say that I'm washed up, I'm not
I still came wit full rasta (roster) bumboclat
Achieved what I have, ya have not
Whole set get stopped, blood clot
Thought u was slick, get caught
Ride wit the blick, ya do not
Said I get popped, then pop out
Said I get popped, then pop out
Flow so phenomenal, on a roll
Be calling audibles, in bitches pockets
And Them hoes do not be full, swim in a kiddie pool
Locked in the game, y'all be getting schooled
Take y'all to class, learn some rules, learn some class
Need some etiquette, fool need a med kit
To patch up bruises, sedatives, keep me from
Popping these fools like meth n shit
What the hell, I don't do drugs, I'm just messing jit
J-I-D beat, I'm not hesitant, to pop off on this
With the drake and the six, but that's highly irrelevant
Elevate flows, pop the trunk, fuck a elephant
On the left side, and my views, they is excellent
Ex still in my head, but I'm onto better shit
Let it sit, lyrics that resonate, got to stay relevant
Let it hit, kick n snare, truth or dare
Truth is I'm better than ever, I dare you to find someone whose better